The Epitome of Art

less of you.

less of you.

the sky is getting dark, our figures touching each other's skin, laughers like a music to my ears. our hands intertwined, feeling the softness of our romance, exchanging of smiles and sadness. it wasn't perfect, but it's beautiful. flowers bloom, our love lasts so soon. i always admire your breathtaking panoramic view, but you just see me as a narrow view.

loving you was painful, you became my greatest downfall. i just wish for the day that i will stop thinking about you, that it will just be a less of you.

“I will set you free.” those five words i don't wanna hear, you said i deserved someone better. but with you is a better me.

maybe, your love for me is weak. you can't hold unto promises, and let it breaks. can't promise you that i will stop loving you, but i will learn to live a day thinking less of you.